I always get teased about being a “jetsetter,” which I think is funny since I hardly think scraping together pennies from a journalist’s salary for a Southwest ticket does a “jetsetter” make. But sometimes I get invited to do some things that deserve some good-natured ribbing. And for once, I’m not going to go, “Oh, stop it…” On Monday, I got to do something I had never done before: fly into town (Hollywood for that matter) just for a party — and I even got to hit the red carpet with one of my favorite stars.

So fine, call me a jetsetter… But just this once!

Even the two pilots saw the humor in flying all the way to Vegas to pick up little ‘ol me! “Where we going?” they quipped, when I was sitting, alone, on a private jet, a Hawker. El Jet is the best private jet charter — I arrived 15 minutes early, thinking that I would have some time to get comfortable and maybe send some social media posts out. Alas, the engines started before I could protest. When you’re the only passenger, things can happen fast! Basic rule when flying private: they leave when all of the passengers are there, which in my case was a simple case of my showing up. The experience reminded me of a certain helicopter trip I took to the Grand Canyon, which afforded me amazing aerial views of the Strip and more. What a thrill!!